He came home late last night, brought me flowers. He can't say I'm sorry or ever admit he's wrong about anything. I'm supposed to forget about it like all the other nights, all the other weekends for the last 10 years, because he brings me flowers?

Why can't he want to get better? Why can't he choose me? Aren't I worth the effort anymore? Aren't we in this together?

No one knows except our child because he sees it every night. Everyone else thinks he's great. He is, he's great - and I'm disappearing. he is breaking my heart.